This is a bit different from the stories I typically tell. Very little sex around a love story that was years in the making. I hope you enjoy it. Your comments and emails are encouraged to let me know if have strayed too far afield.
I'd known Mike ever since I can remember. We grew up together and he was my best friend. As the years went by, Mike grew to be nearly 6' tall with a good build and handsome looks that remind one of the old Marlboro man, including the Mark Spitz moustache.
I got to almost 5' 9" and have a medium build.
Through Elementary, Jr High, and High School, Mike and I were inseparable. We were united by the similarities in our home life which for both of us was horrible. Our fathers were evil drunks who would lash out with a quick right hand or belt with little or no provocation. We'd heal our wounds together and plan for our revenge.
We also talked about our futures, girls, music, girls, cars, and girls. Mike had no problem getting dates. Though it took me a while to finally get up the nerve to ask one out, I gathered my courage and got a girlfriend. There was never a Friday or Saturday night when Mike and I didn't double date. I never got to second base, but it was only because I didn't try.
Mostly we just hung out at the usual spots with the usual crowd with just enough money from our menial jobs to cop movie tickets and a burger afterwards.
Mike was proud when he lost his virginity. I lied when I said me too. Inside I knew he didn't really buy that but we were best friends and he let me get away with that fib.
When we turned 16, Mike and I pooled our limited funds and bought a 1985 Trans Am together. Mike got his mom to register it. Yes, it was old, 32 years old but it was in fairly good shape. Some wear and tear on the front bucket seats, burned some oil, and even with tread-bare tires, it laid rubber. In no time we got the hang of the manual transmission and felt like kings cruising after school.
For the next two years Mike would pick me up, honking the horn in the mornings. I never asked if I could have the car. My old man would have been really pissed because I had not consulted him about it first. So Mike would take it home. His old man was so drunk he never noticed another vehicle in the driveway or at the curb in front of their house.
After high school, I went to college and Mike went into the service. It was a tearful goodbye as we hugged each other and promised to write and email. I felt my heart was empty when I dropped him off at the induction base. I couldn't remember a day without my friend.
Driving that old Pontiac alone was just not the same.
I sent Mike the title and he signed it so I could sell the old war horse, the faithful pussy mobile.
We exchanged letters and when he got deployed, we'd face-time. Mike was the same old charismatic confident guy I'd always known. We missed each other and promised to meet when he came home on leave.
As his leave got closer, I was so excited I didn't know what to do with myself. It was hard to concentrate on my classes but I managed somehow to scrape together a 3.4 GPA.
It had been over a year and a half since I'd seen Mike. When I got to his house, he tore out the front door before I got to it. We hugged and happy tears welled up in my eyes.
We caught up on each other's lives and Mike had made E-5, sergeant. The service did well by my friend. I knew he had seen some deep shit, but he never talked about it, and I never asked.
I will admit it here, we got drunk that night. So drunk we forgot where we parked which was a good thing, I guess. At least we didn't puke in the Uber. Instead of going home, we shared a motel room, chose our bed, and passed out.
I awoke the next morning. It was late, maybe 10:30. I heard Mike in the shower and went into take a leak. When the water turned off and the shower curtain was pulled aside, there was my friend in all his naked glory.
I'd had plenty of opportunities to see his cock in the past but never looked.... until now. While I had nothing to be ashamed of, Mike had a cock to be proud of.
His neatly trimmed black pubic hair formed a nice contrast to the 7" pink cock.
"Um, johnnie, you like what you see, dude?"
"I uh, um, just lost on thought Mike. Go fuck yourself."
We laughed it off but like the time I lied and told him I had gotten laid, I didn't think he really bought it.
We took an Uber back to where we had gotten wasted and finally found Mike's 2017 Mustang. "A far cry from the ole puss chaser, huh,?" he said with pride.
We spent that day reliving some of the best times and I took Mike home to see my mother. Yeah, my old man was still alive and still a no-good, lazy ass drunk. He couldn't have been bothered to acknowledge Mike when we came in. Mom did. She hugged him and asked if we were hungry.
"No thank you ma'am," Mike answered. "I've got a ton of cash and johnnie and I are eating out."
And we got the fuck out of there.
For me, it was wonderful. Being with Mike once more lifted my spirits and his too.
Mike told me that he'd been writing back and forth with some female pen-pal and had plans to meet her face to face for the first time while home on leave.
I told him about a girl I was dating. It was a lie of course. I had no girlfriend and to be honest, having a girlfriend wasn't on my list of priorities. I just had no interest in people other than my friend Mike.
We had yet another tearful goodbye as Mike left to seek out romance with his pan-pal lady friend.
Maybe I was a late bloomer. The female body held no fascination nor allure for me. I hated my father, had little regard for mom who allowed him to abuse us both, and my emotional parting when Mike left had me all spun out. I decided to get counseling.
I cried my eyes out that first session. Explaining my loneliness, my family dynamic, and how I missed my best friend.
The psychologist listened patiently, jotting a few notes. She didn't bait me with, "And how does that make you feel," bull shit. I think they use that because they have nothing helpful to say. But Mrs. Grey engaged with me. She wanted to know about Mike, his family, and we explored why I was so dependent on him to be happy.
"This may be difficult to hear, johnnie," Mrs. Grey smiled sadly. "I think you're in love with Mike."
Her words caught me off guard. I tried to stutter out my disagreement, but she asked me to do some honest soul searching. "You must come to terms with your sexuality and the fact that you're in love with Mike. Please, for your sake, between the time you leave here today and next week' visit, look deep within yourself. As yourself the hard questions and answer them honestly."
